After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Time passed bit by bit, Qi Jing stayed in the dark secret room and was on the verge of going crazy.There is no sun or moon here, and there is nothing to use as a reference for timing, so that he has no idea how long has passed.

He sat on the stone bed in a daze, wondering whether Nangong Ziyi would find this place, and worrying about whether Yan Zhilan would be in danger after returning to Beijing. Countless thoughts came to his mind, and he sighed and frowned exhibition.

After a while, Qi Jing shuddered all over and woke up from the dream, only to realize that he had fallen asleep at some point.

In the dark, it seemed that there was a force guiding him, but after taking a nap, he had a strange dream.Qi Jing rubbed his eyes, struggling to recall the scene in his dream just now.

In the dream, he seemed to be divided into two halves, one half looked like a baby still sucking his fingers, and the other half looked like a bystander floating in the air.

He saw Qi Jing, who was still a baby, being held in Asiyao's arms, just like an ordinary mother, her eyes were full of gentle maternal light, and she was coaxing softly.

Qi Jing was floating in the air, looking at the warm scene in front of him, his restless heart was strangely soothed by an inexplicable force, and gradually became peaceful.

The little baby Qi Jing soon fell into a deep sleep in Asiyao's arms. A smile overflowed from Asiyao's lips, and she gently put him in the cradle, as if she couldn't see enough. The face and body are constantly lingering.After a long time, she finally lowered her eyes, and the slender and thick eyelash feathers were reflected on the lower eyelids, like the wings of a butterfly trembling slightly.

Seeing the desolate look on her face, Qi Jing opened her lips slightly, and silently said a few words to the little baby Qi Jing, as if explaining or exhorting something.In the end, as if very anxious, he grabbed the baby's wrist and quickly wrote a few words on his wrist with his pale fingertips.

Her movements passed by in a flash, Qi Jing was floating in the air and couldn't see clearly. When he wanted to get closer to take a closer look, Asiyao seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his head to look in his direction.

Qi Jing was startled, and then woke up. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was still trapped in the secret room.

Thinking carefully about the things in the dream, Qi Jing always felt that there was something wrong with the dream. This dream seemed to indicate something, or in other words, it was something that Asiyao wanted to tell him.

Qi Jing's guess is not completely unfounded.In his few dreams, whenever Asiyao appears, after waking up, he will inevitably encounter some strange things, or remember something, and these moments of flashes of inspiration and some insignificant things , Often he can turn danger into safety.

Therefore, Qi Jing doubted without hesitation that Asiyao, as the saint of the Xia family, must have unknown abilities.Perhaps because of this mysterious power, even after many years of her death, she still persevered in protecting her child.

Qi Jing calmed down, broke apart the scene in the dream bit by bit, and slowly pondered it in his mind patiently.As expected, Qi Jing finally found the clue that Asiyao had left him after following some clues.

The word Asiyao wrote on the baby Qi Jing's wrist - the word Yan!

And what she said next was——

Qi Jing's eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart sank little by little.

"Boom——" a dull voice sounded in the secret room, and the stone door was opened from the outside.

Qi Jing turned his head in a trance, and Zheng Zheng appeared at the entrance in a state of embarrassment, and the strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire secret room.

Qi Jing frowned: "Are you injured?"

Zheng Zheng was more than just injured. With his last breath, he staggered in and groped for a while on the stone wall with his backhand.At the same time, Zheng Zheng seemed to have suddenly lost his strength, leaning against the stone door, and slumped to the ground.

This person has always been good at showing weakness to others, Qi Jing has been deceived by him several times, looking at his appearance now, it is somewhat unclear whether he is really hurt or just pretending to win his sympathy.Therefore, after saying that sentence, he remained silent and fell silent.

Zheng Zheng was panting heavily, and when he managed to catch his breath, he finally spoke. His hoarse voice carried a hint of joy that couldn't be concealed: "Your Majesty, are you caring about me?"

In the dim light, Qi Jing rolled his eyes openly.If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know what was going on outside now, and that he was too weak to take care of himself, with Zheng Zheng's actions, Qi Jing would have killed him with a sword as early as when he came in, and would have kept him here until now. Talk here?

Qi Jing didn't respond, and Zheng Zheng's joy gradually dissipated without a trace, like a drop of water has entered the rivers and lakes, and there is no trace to be found.His mood was depressed, and he said shyly: "Your Majesty, you are really so tired of me so far, you don't even want to say a word to me? Cough cough——"

As he spoke, the blood in his chest surged, and he finally couldn't help it. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and opened his mouth again. The blood in his body seemed to have finally found an exit, rushing out of his mouth.

The strong smell of blood filled the small secret room. Even if Qi Jing couldn't see exactly how Zheng Zheng was injured, he couldn't help being frightened. He could even feel that blood flowed to him along the cracks in the stones. The soles of my feet were sticky and wet.Can a person live with so much blood on his body?

Zheng Zheng laughed lowly while coughing. When he opened his mouth, another big mouthful of blood gushed out.He wiped it off with his sleeve indifferently, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. I'm afraid Zheng Zheng is—cough—" He coughed again, and in the dim light, his eyes seemed to be shining, straight Looking at Qi Jing, he said, "I'm afraid Zheng Zheng won't live long."

It turned out that Qi Jing unknowingly said what was in his heart, and he couldn't help being angry and ashamed, and could no longer force himself to be calm, mocking: "That is really gratifying, a happy event worthy of universal celebration. "

Zheng Zheng remained silent, and the secret room was silent.

Except for the light and heavy breathing of the two, occasionally mixed with a few Zheng Zheng's dull coughs, there was no other words.

After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Zheng finally spoke again. With his back against the stone gate, he looked up at Qi Jing's position: "Your Majesty, don't you want to know what happened outside?"

"I don't want to." Qi Jing replied bluntly, thinking: I don't want to ask, I'm so anxious to death!It's only about twelve hours.After these twelve hours have passed and the magic breath has expired, can this little chain still trap me?Once out of this door, what happens outside, I just grab someone to ask, won't it be clear?

Zheng Zheng seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a low smile, "Your Majesty is still like this...cough cough..."

So what, he coughed so hard that he seemed to be coughing up his heart and lungs, so Qi Jing couldn't hear the next two words clearly.

After he finally coughed for a while, he calmed down for a while, and said: "Since your lord doesn't want to talk to me, then I'll tell you what you want to know, what do you think?"

Without waiting for Qi Jing to speak, he seemed to be talking to himself, and slowly said: "What should I say? Why not, let's start with what you are most worried about and what you are most interested in."

Qi Jing was sitting upright, sitting on the stone bed with a straight body, not squinting, pretending not to be interested, and a pair of ears couldn't help but stand up.He has been trapped in this secret room for too long, boring and boring. It is obviously a lie to say that he doesn't care about the outside situation at all. In fact, his heart has long followed the little black cat that turned into a sound transmission talisman. .I just wandered around and couldn't find a way out, so I had to return angrily.

Zheng Zheng spoke very slowly, and said in a very soft voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to know how Zheng Zheng, an ordinary cultivator who is neither a half-demon nor a descendant of God, drives the puppet array and controls many descendants of aristocratic families?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted Qi Jing's attention.

Qi Jing tilted his head slightly and looked towards him, but the light in the secret room was too dim, except for Zheng Zheng's outline, he couldn't see the rest, including his injuries and expression. arrive.

Zheng Zheng didn't seem to notice his gaze at all, and continued on his own: "Actually, how can it be so complicated to activate the puppet array? You just need to endure the pain that others can't bear, and pay the price that others dare not pay, so that you can get rid of it." You can feed the demon yourself."

Qi Jing finally couldn't help it, and angrily scolded: "Feeding demons with your body! Patriarch Zheng, what you said is so light! If you walk against the sky, aren't you afraid of being backlashed by monsters?"

"Afraid, why aren't you afraid?" Zheng Zheng laughed at himself, "It's just compared with the cold eyes and humiliation I have received, what is it to be backlashed by monsters? Compared with the sinisterness of human hearts, monsters are more frank and direct. I and Between the monsters, it's just a fair exchange, everyone gets what they need."

Hearing what he said, Qi Jing knew that even today he was still obsessed with it, so he simply shut up.

The reason why demons are demons and are feared and suppressed by the cultivation world is not only because of their powerful evil power, but more importantly, their brutal and bloodthirsty nature.Once contaminated with monsters, people will no longer look like humans, and will become more and more bloodthirsty and brutal, doing all kinds of evil and heinous things, just like Zheng Zheng who now regards human life as nothing.

"Since your lord doesn't like to hear this, then I'll talk about something else." Zheng Zheng seemed to know that he didn't like to hear this, so he talked about another thing.When he said this, he played tricks: "My lord, why don't you guess, what happened outside that made me so embarrassed that I had to hide here?"

Qi Jing was too lazy to spend any more time with this kind of person, so he closed his eyes and pretended that the other party was nothing. Regarding what he was going to say next, he was also ready to go in one ear and out the other, pretending that he was deaf and didn't hear it.

Unexpectedly, when Zheng Zheng opened his mouth, his eyes suddenly widened.

Zheng Zheng coughed a few times, still in that soft voice, but with a palpitating hatred in his tone: "Thanks to Mr. Yan's gift, Zheng Zheng's life's hard work has been wasted! Cough cough..." He He coughed violently again, and said intermittently: "Jun, Your Majesty, tell me, how, how should I repay him?"

He bit the word "repay" so hard that Qi Jing had to subconsciously ponder the meaning of his words.

But before he could think of what it meant, Zheng Zheng had already got up staggeringly, and walked towards him staggeringly.

The strong smell of blood was close to his nostrils, Zheng Zheng somehow found Qi Jing's position very precisely, and stood right in front of him.

Qi Jing was so choked by the bloody smell all over his body that he couldn't help but leaned back slightly, the chains immediately made a crisp sound of impact, he frowned slightly, and looked at Zheng Zheng: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Zheng stood firmly in front of him, stared at him for a long time, then suddenly giggled, and another mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.Because of the proximity, some splashed onto Qi Jing's body.

He looked at Qi Jing obsessively, and murmured like he was possessed: "Don't blame me for being cruel, Your Majesty. If you want to blame it, blame Yan Zhilan for being too deceitful! If he hadn't forced me here and made me desperate, I would How can you be willing to let you suffer a little bit of damage? As long as... as long as..."

Before Zheng Zheng finished speaking, his internal organs were invaded by the devil's breath, and he was already vulnerable to the backlash of the monster. His chest heaved violently, like an old bellows, making a wheezing sound: "It seems that my Time is running out. But... that's enough time..."

There was a weird smile on his face, he suddenly got into trouble, and attacked Qi Jing's vitals unexpectedly, gasping for breath in the extreme pain: "So what if Yan Zhilan is powerful? He ruined my life, I will let him I will never lose my love, and I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

Qi Jing was vigilant when he was approaching, seeing him stretching out his hand, he immediately grabbed his wrist with quick eyes and hands, barely letting him touch her.It's just that after this grasp, he was very surprised. The wrist he held in his hand didn't look like a grown man's hand at all. Instead, it looked like a dead branch, so thin, it seemed that it would break with a little force.

Even so, the skinny hand still relentlessly attacked his vitals, trying to strangle his neck.

There was only a "click", and the sound of bones cracking was especially clear in the narrow secret room. Zheng Zheng's evil hand was broken by Qi Jing, and fell down at a strange angle.

Qi Jing stretched out his arms, his whole body shook, and the chains on his body snapped.

The magic breath scattered on his body was finally completely forced out, it was not in vain for him to endure nausea and deal with Zheng Zheng for so long!

At the same time, the Shimen collapsed to the ground from the outside with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared at the stone gate.

Qi Jing's heart jumped for joy immediately, and he couldn't help shouting: "Yan Zhilan!"

The author has something to say: Sorry, it's late! QQ